Packing

i think I said before how completely disorganized I am.  I try.  I pack and I fold and I look  and I assess and the end result is still disorganized.  I have a mess.

 

It is not that I am not fond of messes.  They seem to be a defining trait in the core of who I am.  These messes are my thought processes becoming tangible.  It is a physical manifestation of my internal dialogue.

  

I try to pack my life neatly in uniform boxes and perfect cubes.  I try to make a mess a little bit functional.  The truth is, I am not even an organized type of chaos.

 

I am, however, semi-functional.  I am just functional on a very messy plane.  Welcome to my system.

 

  

And that is also a pretty good glimpse into my mind.